As the months had gone by, Eden had slowly grown more at ease here, less likely to wake at the slightest provocation, but she remained a light sleeper, startled into wakefulness by the knock. For a few, groggy moments, she remained in bed, sitting up and tensed without knowing for what; and then she got up and crept to the door, rubbing sleep from her eyes and hesitating. Things were easier, better, and there was little to fear, but she wasn't yet fully awake and it was harder not to imagine nightmares on the other side of that door.
So she pulled it open, refusing to be cowed (it was always a deliberate choice, whether or not it was effective). That mingled sense of fear and victory was chased away by confusion in the next instant. "Gideon? What are you doing here? Are you alright?"
Gideon felt like more of an ass when he saw the look on her face. How it didn't occur to him that maybe showing up in the middle of the fucking night be taken as something being horribly wrong, he didn't know, but he was there and she was up. Saying to just go back to sleep and to nevermind would probably piss her off.
"Did...anything weird happen just now? To you, I mean," he asked instead, trying to get a sense of whether or not he was just going fucking insane or if the island was trying to make him think he was. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised either way.
"Well, you're here," Eden said, "at - God, what time is it? Gideon, what is it?" She was trying to sound as patient as possible, mostly sure he wouldn't be here if he didn't have a reason to be, but what it could possibly have been that he was going on about, she didn't know. She'd been sleeping, though, so if something had happened, she had missed it.
So, crazy probably. He wanted to shrug it off like a fucking ridiculous dream, but the fact no time at all passed between the beginning and the end said different.
"I don't know. Just, I was fucking laying in bed, and then suddenly I wasn't, and I was back in that bank," he explained, knowing he probably wasn't making that much sense, but at least knowing she'd get what he meant by that bank. "And it just kept repeating over and over again and I knew it was repeating. I've never heard of that shit happening, have you?"
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So she pulled it open, refusing to be cowed (it was always a deliberate choice, whether or not it was effective). That mingled sense of fear and victory was chased away by confusion in the next instant. "Gideon? What are you doing here? Are you alright?"
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"Did...anything weird happen just now? To you, I mean," he asked instead, trying to get a sense of whether or not he was just going fucking insane or if the island was trying to make him think he was. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised either way.
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"I don't know. Just, I was fucking laying in bed, and then suddenly I wasn't, and I was back in that bank," he explained, knowing he probably wasn't making that much sense, but at least knowing she'd get what he meant by that bank. "And it just kept repeating over and over again and I knew it was repeating. I've never heard of that shit happening, have you?"
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